Breakfast In Bed

This one sucks, I apologize.

Louis woke to the sound of his phone constantly beeping. His alarm had gone off, displaying a note on the front screen that read "Harrys 18th". He wanted to do something special for Harry's 18th birthday, but didn't know what to do. The room was silent, and he could hear Harry in the next room sleeping restlessly. He never seemed to get comfy enough to stop moving. Louis glanced at the clock, it was only half past seven. Harry wouldn't be up and going for at least another fourty five minutes, so he took this opportunity to try and make him breakfast in bed. It was the least he could do considering Harry cooks all of their meals.

He slid out of bed, wearing nothing but his topman briefs. The cold air gave him goosebumps as he quietly walked out in the kitchen. He washed up and put on an apron. Louis gathered all the ingredients to make some pancakes and waited as the burner heated up. 

A few minutes later, he attempted pouring pancake mix into the pan in the shape of a heart.

Attempted was the key word considering it looked like a lopsided peanut.

While waiting for the pancakes to cook, he started the coffee brewer, and had Harry's mug ready.

Two milk and one sugar, just the way he liked it.

Five minutes passed and Louis had gotten distracted, causing the pancakes to burn. Smoke was rising up from the pan, and he freaked out as the fire alarm started beeping loudly.

Moments later Harry groggily walked into the smoky kitchen and laughed as he saw Louis rushing around trying to fix the problem. He made his way over to the burner to turn it off just as Louis was dumping the pancakes into the garbage.

"Surprise..." Louis forced a smile, trying to hide his disappointment. "Happy 18th birthday Hazza." he  mumbled as he slowly walked towards the sink to wash his hands.

"Hey, hey get back here." Harry grinned then grabbed onto the older boys wrist.

"We both know you can't cook," he laughed as he gazed into Louis' blue eyes.

Harry pressed his lips against Louis', kissing him slowly then whispered "It's the thought that counts."